in New York somewhere

Look, you don't know me and I don't know you

But I need you to hold this for me

Don't look inside, don't throw it in your purse

You have to believe me, it's an undying curse

-the man said with blood on his face

I left two friends for this bag

You don't have to know my name

Just keep it near your heart

This bag can change history, both our lives

Shit, the cops are on my tail

I gotta leave, good bye

-the man left jumping over fences

I hid in the shadow

Afraid of what I might find

Should I look in it now? Or save it til later?

What could it be. it could change the world?

I had to, no wait, I must stop, I'll wait

But the tension was killing me.

No! Yes! No! Yes! my thoughts titter tattered.

The police drove by and I sneak in a hotel lobby

This paper bag, I must open or else.

I looked inside and found myself dismay

a bag of bread

the only thing that could save his family

that man would go to jail

just to feed his family

-a tear at the eye of an unknown woman

in New York somewhere